Page 35 of Legal Seduction
Then he moved his other hand between her legs. He stroked over the lace covering her mound. That was all he did, stroke his fingers over and over across the mound and over her clit. And she came again, nearly sobbing his name.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked. “Why?”
“You act like I’m punishing you,” he said with a slight grin.
“Are you?” she asked.
If she was the mole, he would punish her. But this wasn’t punishment. “This is pleasure, Bette. Don’t you know the difference?”
“Pleasure is better if it’s shared,” she told him. And she tugged her wrists free of his grasp. Then she attacked the buttons of his shirt and the zipper on his pants.
After stripping off his clothes, she rolled a condom onto him. He wasn’t sure if she’d found the condom in his pants or if she’d brought it with her. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but feeling the pleasure she’d promised him—that he knew she could deliver.
His body was wound so tight that he didn’t move. He stayed in his office chair, his bare ass against the supple leather. And she straddled him.
As she guided his cock inside her, she settled onto his lap and released a shaky breath. He sank so deeply into her this way, was joined more completely with her than he had ever been. She must have felt it, too.
Her brown eyes widened in shock and pleasure. “You feel so damn good...”
He shook his head. “Are preachers’ daughters supposed to swear?”
“I do a lot of things preachers’ daughters aren’t supposed to do,” she told him. “Like you...” Then she kissed him, her tongue sliding between his lips like he slid into her body.
He arched his hips, thrusting up as she moved with him. Their mouths mated like their bodies—in a frantic rhythm. The chair creaked and rocked and threatened to break beneath the weight of their bodies and the crazy motion of them. But Simon only bought the best, so it held up.
And he tried to hold on...to his control. He tried to wait. But she kept rocking and bouncing and driving him out of his mind.
The tension wound so tightly in his body he felt that he might break before the chair. Like he might just snap...
She cried out and tensed as her inner muscles convulsed and clutched at his cock. Then heat rushed over him. She was coming. He tried to hold off, tried to give her more orgasms. But then his body stilled as his control exploded. And he came, her name on his lips.
He’d tried to seduce her. But just like every time before, she wound up seducing him. She was so damn hot. So damn sexy...
“Oh, Simon,” she murmured as she settled her head against his shoulder. “You really are trying to make me love you.”
That had been the new twist in his plan. But just like the seduction, he had to make sure it went according to plan. That she was the one who actually fell for him. Not the other way around...
* * *
Bette could have used Simon’s private bathroom. But after the encounter she’d just had with him, she needed some space. Some perspective and some cold water splashed on her face. When she’d said what she had to him...
It hadn’t been premeditated. It had just slipped out. Like she’d meant it.
But she couldn’t mean it.
No. She’d just spent too much time too close to the sun, to the heat and passion that was Simon. So she needed to cool off. She rushed into the staff bathroom and headed toward the sink.
The doors of two of the stalls were closed, and the occupants spoke to each other. She shuddered in disgust. Apparently, she was in some ways still the repressed preacher’s daughter.
“So how long do you think it’s been going on?” the occupant of one stall asked the other. “The entire two years she’s worked for him?”
The other woman laughed. “I don’t think so. How could she have stayed when he was dating all those other women, too?”
“Maybe she has no pride.”
Oh, my God.They were talking about her. She stiffened with the very pride they didn’t think she possessed.
“He’s Simon Kramer,” the first woman said with a lustful sigh. “For him I would have no pride, either.”
